Step Mom Novels & Stories

And by the way… you can call me mom from now on, my dear. ''Really?'' I focused my cold gaze to her with a raised brow, the corner of my mouth curved into a smirk. ‘‘Are you sure, mommy?’’ ‘‘Of course, sweetheart!’’ she said, hurrying forward and grabbed my hand. ‘‘We are family, Celestine... Although I’m your stepmother, I can treat you like my own daughter just like how I am treating your sister…’’ What's her drama this time? I couldn't help but chuckle as I wrenched my hand away from her grip. ‘‘I apologize, but I don’t need another mother. I only have one mother and her name is Sandra…’’

During the summer of my eighth grade, my dad got me a stepmom. He was 42 years old, and the woman was four years older than him. They did not register their marriage or have a wedding. One day, out of nowhere, that woman suddenly showed up in our house. Just like that, she entered the place I had lived in for all my fourteen years without any warning. When I saw this chubby, dark-skinned woman, I felt nothing but disgust and dislike.

It’s obvious she doesn’t care about the whole situation, all my stepmom cares about is my father getting better so she can maintain her expensive lifestyle. “I don’t care if he’s dangerous, Sam. He is a fraud and a thief who must be brought down. Dad still has the support of the majority of the shareholders. If they all listen to Dad, they will listen to me.” My voice sounds strange, full of confidence. Confidence I hope won’t put me in trouble.

Which meant he was my new step-brother. I spent the next hour trying to scrub the memory of his hands off my skin, but it was pointless. By the time my mom knocked on my door to remind me about the trust fund signing, I felt like I was walking through a nightmare. "You look pale, honey," my mom said as we walked into the massive, glass-fronted lobby of Sterling Corp. She reached out to adjust the collar of my blouse. "Are you sure you're not coming down with something? And why are you dressed like a librarian?"

I’ve spent years imagining it. Our family dynamic looks normal from the outside. Kelly plays the perfect step-mom—always asking about my day, cooking my favorite meals, laughing at my dumb jokes. She even helped me through my breakup last year, letting me cry on her shoulder while her big soft tits pressed against my chest.

Who never called, never wrote, never explained. That boy is a billionaire now. The papers call him Richie Moore. The photos show him in expensive suits at expensive parties with expensive women on his arm. He owns my mother's debt. Which means he owns me.

She's standing downstairs, looking at her like she's not even pregnant. "You have to take me to the hospital, please." Patricia pleaded. "Is that so? Okay. Come down here, and don't forget to bring your things." Her stepmother replied disinterestedly. "What?" She could not believe what just happened. Whenever her father is around, her stepmom would be so sweet and caring. But as soon as her dad leaves, reality sets in. She can't remember when she did something to Deborah that might have caused this kind of treatment. Since the first time she met her, all Patricia did was be nice to her.

My step-dad The slap I received was giving me so much that I lost my mind. Is that what you call a mother? Mom: stop pretending to be a saint, do you understand? You disappoint me Ashley Me: do you think I'm capable of doing this kind of thing? Mom: Ashley do you see the video? Look at you begging him Me: Didn't you tell yourself it's the effect of a product? What am I going to do with louis? Is that my type?

Katy replied. I joined in, staring at Mom with my arms folded. "Who was it, Mom?" I asked with a serious face. "You guys are acting crazy. I only spoke to a client for a few minutes." Mom spoke. "So, you were talking to someone?" Katy asked. "Mom, we want to inform you that we are not interested in a stepdad. That is unless he can buy us a mansion and buy us each a car." Katy shot on another look before making her way out of the house. Her driver had arrived.

I added a fuck emoji. After a few minutes, she started to call me. My step mom was the least person I liked. She was too scheming and cunny. Everything I ever had was taken away from me and she made me live in Janet's shadow. And her actions were the reason why I ended up this way, not that I regret having my kids but regret meeting Asphalt the way I did. I sighed and put my phone on silent but the caller changed to my father. He too had become estranged from me. I even felt sorry for him because he was suffering all the fuss of my step mom.